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Everything about Houston is repellent to my Yankee blood. The wide highways, the airport’s name, the Astros, the fact that it is both in the South and in Texas. Still, every time I pop Boss of All Bosses in my CD deck I find myself screaming “I REPRESENT THE H AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MAP” with the energy and enthusiasm of Arian Foster running through an oil field in a pair of boots and a 10 gallon hat.
There is something pure and distinct about music made in Houston. The trunk rattling bass, the slowed sound, the inevitable chopped & screwed remixes. Songs from Houston are great for their familiarity, and even the worst of the bunch are bound to have elements of the scene’s best qualities.
It’s been said over and over that location is no longer a factor for the major players — A$AP can ape Houston’s sound as much as he likes and no one will (or should) really care. But every city has its locals — artists that reliably crank out tracks that, for better or worse, sound like they’re from the city in which they were made. “The Motto” made the most money, but Mistah F.A.B. is still putting out hits.
I would be lying if I said I knew anything about Baby Ace before I heard this song, but the limited information available about him seems to indicate he has been and may likely remain one of those lower level players that consistently put on for their city. The guy’s apparently been around for a while, originally recording with the Moufs of da Souf, a group whose best song might be a 6 minute crew track called “I’m From Houston.”
He has put together a good song here, though, aided by the addition of Rob Gullatte, perpetuator of his own type of trill hip hop. The words fly fast and the hook is heavy, with Baby Ace talkin bout his plans for the next year-plus-one over a beat made by Donnie Houston and B Don. There are at least 365 ways to hate on Houston, but these four gentlemen have provided a valid counterargument.
